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“I’m going to come,” he ground out at the same time he pulled back.

Instead of letting him pull free of my mouth, I leaned in, swallowing him down until the tip of his cock brushed the back of my throat.

“Shit!” He thrusted hard and flooded my mouth. A shiver gripped me while I swallowed it down.

Who knows how much time passed before I felt him go lax under my touch? I slid my mouth off his softening cock, opened my eyes, and met his dark gaze. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see when I looked at him. Contentment, lethargy, and while his frame looked loose and relaxed, his expression still burned dark and hungry.

“Up,” he finally said, reaching down and pulling me onto his lap. He positioned me so my back rested against his chest, my legs draped on either side of his. It left me spread and exposed. He was still dressed, except where his jeans were open. I was acutely aware of his soft t-shirt against my back and his rough denim scraping the backs of my legs.

With one hand, he trapped both of my wrists in his vise-like grip and tugged my arms over my head, leaving his other hand free to explore the length of my body unimpeded. His fingers trailed down my chest, stopping briefly to pinch and tug at my nipple—earning an embarrassing whimper from me—before continuing lower over my stomach. All the while, his mouth kissed and nibbled up my neck.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against my ear. His teeth tugged at my earlobe, then his hand gripped my cock and started stroking me fast and hard.

I shivered under his touch. The onslaught of sensation was almost too much. I felt pinned and open and completely under his control. Owned.

I came hard, white streams of come streaking my chest and stomach. All the while, Brody’s hand worked me until I had nothing else to give. I slumped back against his chest while I waited for my panting breaths to return to normal. He let go of my wrists, my arms falling back to my sides, shoulders aching, but the feeling satisfying, like after a good workout.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. “That was amazing.”

He chuckled softly, the low rumble reverberating in my back, still resting against his chest. I should have probably stood up, or at least slid off his lap, but I wasn’t certain my jelly-like limbs would support my weight.

“You think you’ll be able to sleep now?” He gently brushed my hair back from my face.

Something in my chest squeezed, and without thinking, I reached back and pulled his head down while I tipped my own head back, catching his mouth in a long, slow kiss. I let my tongue slide alongside his, exploring the contours of his mouth. When I finally tore my mouth away, he held my gaze, his expression inscrutable, and at that moment, I would have given anything to know what he was thinking.

Then a slow smile curled his mouth. “Let’s get cleaned up and into bed.”

I nodded and slid off his lap, doing my best to ignore how wobbly and soft my legs felt under me. We cleaned up in the bathroom, brushed our teeth, and my eyes were already getting heavy.

I’d barely slid under the covers that smelled like fresh pine, just like Brody, my head sinking into the pillow before my eyes closed. Vaguely, I felt Brody’s big body curling around mine, his arm falling over my waist before sleep swallowed me whole.

Chapter Twelve

Brody

Iwokeslowly,mybrain soft and sticky like warm honey, my body lax and unusually relaxed. I felt…good, content, better than I had in a long time, but I couldn’t remember why. As I drifted from sleep to wakefulness, my sense of awareness grew. The warm weight across my chest, the faint tickle of hair under my chin, and soft, even breathing that wasn’t mine highlighted my senses.

As I opened my eyes and looked down at myself, Jett’s upper body was draped over my chest as I laid on my back. His warm breath whispered over my skin, and strands of his unkept waves tickled my neck and chin. Neither of us had bothered putting anything on before we’d fallen into bed last night, and the feel of his naked limbs tangled with mine filled me with the urge to roll us over just so he was on his stomach, and I was stretched over his back. I would work him open, then sink into his ass.

My cock, already at attention, was very on board with the idea. Memories from the night before were still fresh in my mind. The feel of his mouth on my cock, the way he’d come apart when I’d jerked him off in my lap. Hell, he knew how to give a blow job. Given what I knew of him over the past years, I wasn’t surprised.

I’d always admired his openness about sex, the way he just lived in the moment, enjoying the sheer physical pleasure of sex without analyzing and twisting it all up into something it never had to be. He brought that same enthusiasm into every aspect of his life, leaving me content to just bask in that life force that glowed almost as bright as the sun.

Absently, I trailed a finger down his back, following the curve of his spine. He shivered and curled closer to me, as if he could burrow inside me. I smirked before untangling myself from him and easing out from under his weight. If I stayed any longer, I might have given in to waking Jett up and continuing from where we’d left off last night, which, let’s face it, wouldn’t exactly have been fair to him.

Last night had been a lot. Someone had nearly run Jett down in the street and we worked out that someone was stalking him, trying to hurt him, maybe worse. He needed a decent sleep, especially since I didn’t expect today to be much easier.

I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then looked back at Jett, still curled up asleep. A warm thrill lit inside me at the sight of him in my bed. Without thinking, I brushed his hair back from his face and pressed a light kiss to his head, just above his temple.

The warmth I felt in my chest vanished as if an icy wind had swept through me. I thought of all the nights Ryan and I spent in this bed, the sleeping curled together, the mornings waking up in each other’s arms, the fucking, the talking, the arguing and making up. It felt like a lifetime ago, and it felt like no time had passed at all.

My throat tightened, guilt giving my insides a sharp twist. I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was just sex, nothing else. I liked Jett well enough, but it was nothing compared to what I felt for Ryan. Hell, the only reason Jett was here was because he was in trouble, and I wanted to help. Nothing I needed to feel guilty about.

So why did the guilty feeling linger?

I left the bedroom and made my way to the kitchen to start breakfast. Jett hadn’t really eaten last night. He’d probably be half-starved when he woke up.

Once I started the coffee, I moved on to the bacon and eggs. I’d almost finished the bacon when Jett came shuffling in. He’d pulled on the pajama pants I’d given him and one of my t-shirts. Both looked big on his smaller frame.

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